Wednesday, May 28, 2008

I have a fascination with doors. Whenever I visit a new place, I inevitably take a photo of a door. If you had a chance to look through my photo albums, you would find photos of doors from

Ireland, England, Poland, Canada, the Bahamas, etc. I love to look at the different colors of the doors, the hinges, the front steps, the plantings beside the doors. Then I imagine who lives behind the door. The jetsetting financial mogul, the fourth generation to live in the house,

the liberal or conservative, the young couple with triplets. It's fun to invent stories and let the

imagination run wild, creating personalities for the inhabitants behind the doors.

About a week ago, I took a day trip to Kennebunkport, Maine. The weather was perfect, sunny and in the 70's. I think there were about 14 of us in the group. Some people got there early and walked the beach. My carpool arrived in time for lunch. We ate lobster salad at Arundel Wharf, shopped a bit, and admired the beautiful scenery. Then it was on to the English Meadows Inn for a cream tea. The tea, scones, and desserts were delicious. I wished I had booked a room for the weekend as the living room sofa looked so comfy. It would have been heaven to curl up with one of the many books I want to read but never find the time for. Anyway, about the tea. I am a "tea expert"or at least I think I am. Eleven years ago, I joined an afternoon tea group and I've experienced the pleasures of tea all around New England. More about my tea group adventures in future posts.

I've posted a few shots of the area. I am never without my camera. You never know when you might stumble upon something or someone "photoworthy".

Saturday, May 17, 2008

This is my first blog post. A world of possibilities to write about. Yet I am somewhat stumped.So I think I'll write about stray kitty.

Stray kitty or Outdoor Kitty is the little cat who showed up in the parking lot of my building one cold February night. I had just pulled into my parking space and I heard what I thought was a baby crying. It was bitter cold and windy and it sounded like the cry was coming from inside the silver Impala parked across the lot from me. I looked in the car and no baby. The sound of crying was very close. I looked under the car and there was a small black and white cat meowing at the top of it's lungs. I tried to get it to come out from under the car but it wouldn't. So I wentupstairs and brought out some cat food and water. It would only eat if I backed away from the bowl. It was so frightened.

It's been 3 months. I leave food out around 8:15PM every night and the cat now comes running and eats the food while I watch. He trusts me. Now he waits for me every night. I think it won't be long before I can take Outdoor Kitty inside. Once he gets a clean bill of health from the vet, I hope to make him the newest addition to my family. I already have a 6 year old cat named Molly. I think Molly is lonely or at the very least bored during the daytime while I am at work.

I've given Outdoor Kitty the name of Oscar. I saw a lost cat ad on the local cable station and the cat was black and white and named Oscar. But this cat was not the lost cat. This cat's nose is black not white. So I've been calling this cat Oscar for months. So Oscar it is.